Celestial Dragon Sword Venerable

WHOOSH—

A sound tore through the air as Yang Yuhun’s attack surged forward, roaring like a vast ocean.

Blinding purple flames erupted, their radiance flooding the area.

An attack of this caliber, enhanced by the manifestation of the Ancestral Dao Guardian, was outrageously powerful.

At this moment, even Xia Xinyan and Tianqing, both at the Divine Maiden Level, looked on with grave expressions.

However, Yang Yuhun hadn’t locked onto his target.

With a single movement, Ye Tianling’s figure vanished.

He hadn’t even intentionally used a Body Technique, yet his speed was simply too great.

It was as if he were walking through the cracks of the void, separate from the space around him, completely unaffected by the environment of the East Mountain Ice Cave.

The Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword in Ye Tianling’s hand released a terrifying power. Its aura hinted at the Silent Extinction of heaven and earth, and even before fully erupting, it created an intense, suffocating pressure. Even Die Qingchen and the others couldn’t help but pale.

This power assaulted the world, and before it even erupted, everyone present felt an intense sense of suffocation.

"AHHH—"

Seemingly sensing the crisis, Yang Yuhun suddenly roared, "Die!"

A destructive, bloody light erupted from his palm, transforming into a giant black umbrella that shot open, instantly enveloping Ye Tianling.

Ye Tianling thrust the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword forward, unleashing his destructive Killing Dao infused with the Asura Soul-Slaying Killing Dao.

The sword strike was unstoppable, instantly piercing through the giant black umbrella of bloodlight!

"PFFT—"

At the same time, Ye Tianling’s sword strike manifested an even more terrifying killing intent.

As the killing intent erupted, Yang Yuhun’s Ancestral Dao Guardian exploded, manifesting a blinding white light that enveloped him.

But in the next moment, the Light of Protection was pierced and instantly shattered. With a BANG, it disintegrated into dust, proving utterly fragile.

"PUH—"

Struck by such a blow, blood gushed wildly from Yang Yuhun’s mouth. His whole body convulsed violently as if struck by a Thunderbolt.

At the same time, blood streamed from the corners of his mouth, his pupils contracted, and a shockingly vivid crack even appeared on his forehead.

From the crack, more bright red blood flowed out, a truly grisly sight.

In a single strike, all of his trump cards and protections had been shattered. A look of utter terror immediately filled his eyes.

’How can he be this strong?’

Heart pounding with terror, horrified beyond belief, Yang Yuhun couldn’t stop himself from screaming, "Yutian! Clan Brother Yuqian! Yu Shuang Clan Sister! Hurry, attack!"

As Yang Yuhun screamed, he saw three streaks of light flying over from the distance and was instantly overjoyed.

"Stop—"

At that moment, a tall, grim-faced man shouted coldly, slapping a hand toward the void.

"FZZZZ—"

A scroll depicting green mountains and clear rivers, like a Celestial Curtain, suddenly manifested.

The scroll expanded, and within the painting, countless ferocious Yin Spirits and malevolent souls roared in a frenzy.

Black clouds churned as the World within the painting projected outward, descending to envelop Ye Tianling.

"Attack together! Kill him!"

Yang Yuhun roared, his heart steadying somewhat as the terror finally began to recede.

"WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—"

Yang Yutian, Yang Yuqian, and Yang Yushuang immediately transformed into three streaks of light and shot over.

Their speed and the resulting spectacle were magnificent; they were like burning comets tearing through the sky from the depths of the void, tails of light streaming behind them.

"Trying to stop me? You’re not worthy!"

Ye Tianling shouted coldly. The scroll had indeed hindered his movements slightly, causing some of his killing intent to dissipate and allowing Yang Yuhun to escape the killing blow.

But that was just one move. Ye Tianling would not stop at a single attack.

"WHOOSH—"

Wielding the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword, Ye Tianling once again struck out.

Ye Tianling channeled the power of his Celestial Dao Rule Domain into his Killing Dao, transforming it into the Panhuang Life and Death Killing Dao. He swung the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword and cleaved downward as if chopping down a tree.

It was just as unstoppable, just as invincible.

With one cleave of the sword, the black scroll was split in two.

The cut was perfectly smooth and straight down the middle, a flawless, precise bisection.

"PFFT—"

"AHHH—"

Yang Yuhun never expected that the sword strike would still fall.

The pale gold Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword, flashing with a chilling, dark red light, plunged into Yang Yuhun’s skull, directly splitting it in two.

Blood sprayed wildly, splattering everywhere. The Power of Slaughter, along with the eruption of the Devouring Law, instantly dealt a fatal wound to Yang Yuhun.

"SQUELCH—"

Yang Yuhun’s head was split in two, and his body was cleaved down the middle, leaving him in two separate halves.

Yang Yuhun tried to use a unique technique, wanting to bring the two halves of his body back together and activate an ability like Blood-drop Rebirth.

But at that moment, where the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword had cut, a cluster of purplish-gold flames suddenly appeared.

The flames blazed to life. Yang Yuhun was in utter disbelief. From the eyes on both halves of his bisected face, a look of ultimate horror shone. ’Purple flames... isn’t that my specialty?’

’But why did these flames seem so alien, so terrifying?’

His eyes were wide, a clear sign he could not rest in peace.

But what did it matter?

Ignited by the Samadhi Celestial Fire and cleaved in two, how could Yang Yuhun possibly survive?

"PFFT— PFFT—"

The two halves of Yang Yuhun’s body burst apart as the flames raged. Within moments, he was reduced to ashes, not even a trace of his Void Soul remaining.

Under the Devouring Law, Yang Yuhun had been completely defenseless, like an ant. From start to finish, aside from the scroll that had saved him from death once, he had been unable to escape his fate.

Ye Tianling extended his hand, and the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword flew back to him.

From the tip of the sword, drops of fresh blood trickled down, dripping onto the ground.

Ye Tianling stood silently, like a Demon God, causing everyone present to draw in a sharp, cold breath.

The East Mountain Ice Cave was eerily cold. The light wasn’t bright, but it was far from dim.

In the frigid light, Ye Tianling looked exceptionally ruthless.

The sword in his hand looked particularly chilling and unnervingly sinister.

"You... you’re Ye Tianling?"

Yang Yutian, the young man who had conjured the scroll, couldn’t help but stutter.

His face was a mask of disbelief and uncertainty, laced with deep-seated fear.

Beside him, Yang Yuqian and Yang Yushuang wore solemn expressions, their eyes filled with apprehension.